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6 years, 2 babies and a pandemic later...

Today I finally graduated as a Doctor of Philosophy. It was a beautiful sunny winter's day in Oxford, and I got to share the experience with my wife and eldest daughter. It was a real treat.

The title of my thesis was Genomic epidemiology of malaria vectors in the Anopheles gambiae species complex, and for the most part the thesis comprises work I contributed to phase 1 of the Anopheles gambiae 1000 Genomes Project (Ag1000G).

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When I originally enrolled as a PhD student, I was 37 years old, with one daughter and a full-time job. The logic was that I could keep the job and do the PhD at the same time, because I was already working in a scientific position, and so I should be able to re-use a lot of the work I was doing anyway for a thesis. It sounded great in theory.